-1142- Dream

This is a dream.

A dream that is neither happy nor sad.

No.

It should be said, these are two dreams.

One dream is very happy.

One dream is very sad.

The young man first dreams the happy dream.

It is a vast grassland.

There is wind on the grassland.

There are horses on the grassland.

There are sheep on the grassland.

There are people on the grassland.

A girl is riding a horse, galloping against the wind.

The surrounding sheep are being driven away.

People are shouting loudly at her.

But the girl, like a mischievous child, continues to whip the horse, making it run faster and faster on the grassland.

At that moment, the girl is undoubtedly happy.

Even without smiling, even with a higher status than anyone else, being able to gallop on this endless grassland is enough to make the girl forget all her troubles and enjoy this happiness to the fullest.

In the future, some will fear her.

In the future, some will hate her.

In the future, some will call her 'Scourge of God.'

In the future, some will consider her the spokesperson of the God of War.

And she is destined to ravage much of Europe's territory, leaving her name in history for all to know.

But none of that matters to the girl now.

At this moment, all she needs to do is run freely on this endless grassland. Then, she is satisfied.

The young man watches as the girl's white hair flutters in the wind along with her pristine veil, her dark skin glistening with sweat in the wind. Even though the girl's ruby-like eyes carry no emotion, he can still sense her contentment, her cheerfulness.

Unfortunately, dreams are still dreams.

Even the happiest dream will eventually come to an end.

So, the sad dream begins.

The endless grassland turns into ancient land.

The surrounding sheep turn into frenzied beasts, roaring in chaos.

The people who were shouting at the girl turn into existences from the distant past, wearing the clothing popular in human civilizations long ago, appearing on this ancient land.

The surface of the earth at that time is completely different from today.

Whether it's the composition of the atmosphere, the multitude of flora and fauna, or the continents where the people of that time lived, they are all not like they are now, but rather the appearance left behind by civilizations from long, long ago.

However, this civilization is doomed to be destroyed.

Because the great fire has already begun to burn.

The surface is burning.

The world is burning.

Everything that could be called civilization has been destroyed.

Gigantic creatures are going mad in such a place, roaring in rage, running until they self-destruct.

Faced with all of this, the people of the prehistoric civilization are in despair.

"It came too quickly," the prophets tremble.

"Only through battle," the rulers rise up.

"It's already too late for everything," the scholars resignedly give up.

This is the final record of an ancient civilization.

What the young man sees now is the end of a civilization.

And what caused all of this to happen is none other than the existence closest to the young man.

——

Is this the trembling of the earth?

——

Is this the lament of the atmosphere?

——

Is this the world's mourning?

——

Is this the cry of life?

No.

Neither of them.

That's the sound of footsteps.

Footsteps of an unusually large scale.

The young man slowly lifted his head and looked ahead.

There, at the end of the burning world, the culprit behind everything that led this world to destruction appeared.

It—slowly walked towards here.

It—stepped with earth-shaking footsteps.

It—possessed a gigantic figure that could cover the field of vision.

It—carried the power to destroy the entire planet.

It is a giant.

A white giant.

——

This time it was a roar.

A roar that declared the end of the world, the end of civilization, and the extinction of life.

It can shake the soul.

It can annihilate the spirit.

As long as one is bathed in that roar, hears that sound, regardless of what kind of existence, they will subconsciously give up their soul, give up their spirit, and ultimately accept despair and destruction, heading towards the end.

Now, the young man is bathed in that roar.

His soul is indeed shaken.

His spirit is indeed being annihilated.

But in the midst of despair and destruction, the young man couldn't help but think like this.

"Why does your voice sound so sad?"

This is the only and final thought of the young man.

Then, the white giant came to the front of the young man.

Towards him, he extended a hand that covered the sky, making everything in front of him completely dark.

This is the last scene of the dream that the young man had.

...

————This is a dream.

A undoubtedly very sad dream.

The girl, just like the young man, is also dreaming.

It's just that, unlike the young man who can see endless grasslands and burning continents, what the girl dreams of seeing is only a white room.

In this room, there is nothing.

In this room, there is no end to cruelty.

Here is just a pure white space.

Here are many pungent medicinal smells.

Here are filled with cold instruments.

Here is covered with a bright bedspread.

The girl sees it.

In that bedspread, a small child lies on it.

His breathing is extremely weak.

His body can no longer move.

He is gradually losing the breath of life.

His body is covered with instrument wires.

He is dying.

The girl understands this fact clearly.

Naturally, the young man himself also understands this fact and accepts it calmly.

There's no way, this is fate.

"Anyway, whether it's early or late doesn't make a difference."

The young man has long given up.

"Even if there were ten more years, there would be nothing left to leave behind."

This is just an unrealistic delusion.

"So why continue to waste time?"

This is what the young man thinks.

Neither despair nor pain, just accepting such results as very normal and ordinary.

The girl understands all this.

However, amidst understanding, the girl is filled with incomprehension.

After all, this is how the girl thinks.

"Why does your voice sound so sad?"

This is not the voice that someone who has accepted a cruel fate should have.

The girl couldn't help but approach and reach out her hand towards the young man lying on the bed.

Unfortunately, the girl didn't manage to touch the young man.

Because, the next moment, the young man disappeared.

The girl stared blankly at this scene, then closed her eyes.

In her hidden ruby-like eyes, something like tears flowed down.

The girl thought like this.

"When will this dream wake up..."

This is the last thought of the dream that the girl had."